Mission Mission

It’s like a Long Island Iced Tea but also contains Hennessy and Sprite. Tastes like Oakland!

Its origins date back to last night at Dear Mom, inspired by guest bartender Devon’s custom Mad Libs (as filled out by our pal Lindsey), and ultimately created by non-guest bartender Oliver. We also consulted noted Oakland celebrity Ryan Christopher Parks, but he wasn’t much help:

(Special thanks to Stu and Jess too.)

The Believer takes a look at the phenomenon in a piece titled “Haterade“:

[M]any readers seem to be approaching their commenting privileges like teenagers with newly minted driver’s licenses. Belted in by anonymity and often distracted by the equally reckless ravings of their peers, they take potshots, spread untruths, and, at their worst, spew racism and bigotry that would put a professional writer out of business in a nanosecond. In so doing, they spread a rancor that can eclipse not only the original article but also the comments of readers who take a more constructive, civil approach. They take the very privilege the internet has afforded all of us—the privilege of equal opportunity, instant expression—and spit on it, making the very notion of “speaking your mind” seem almost like a dirty practice, the national pastime of the lowest common denominator.

SOUNDS FAMILIAR.

Unimpeachable though, this pic.

[via Fashionist]

(Thanks, Robin and Keith!)

Zak from the Doc’s of the Bay food truck explains:

Our brand new DPW permit is for 22nd at Mission every Saturday night, and 16th and Valencia every Sunday night. We will be using the 22nd St. location every Saturday night 6pm-1am starting next Saturday, and will be using the Valencia location starting late summer. We serve quality American comfort food on a bun, with a menu focused on what we honestly believe to be the best burger and black bean burger in the city (pictures attached), as well as our original recipe ketchup. On top of this we rotate in a classic American sandwich (right now it’s a crabcake), chocolate chip cookies, fries, and an Arnold Palmer.

Can’t wait!

Every Halloween, after the little ghouls and boys have gone to bed, strange people gather at local artist’s workshop The Secret Alley (where I am a co-founder) and record tales of other worlds. The latest episode has finally been unleashed, and it is quite a tale indeed. If you are a fan of Star Trek, you may enjoy watching this.

By the way, if you’re interested in being a part of the fun, The Secret Alley is looking to fill one of our offices with a local artist who wants to join in on the craziness and hard work that makes that place tick. Interested parties should send a statement of said interest to iwanttowork@thesecretalley.com.

I don’t know even know what’s appropriate to leave outside anymore. I mean, I can understand furniture and pots and things like that, but leaving your secondhand pantry out on the sidewalk for adventurous souls to test their gastronomic fortitude?

YUM!!!

The Bold Italic takes a look inside:

The vinyl carried in the shop varies wildly in genre and you can generally count on leaving with some unexpected finds. On one particular visit, I scored a long lost Black Sabbath album I’d been looking for, a collection of classic country LPs, and a couple 45s by local bands that have since broken up. The house stereo is just as eclectic. I’ve heard “God Save the Queen” followed by a Billy Idol hit and a Billy Childish ballad. This wide cultural smattering extends to the name of the shop itself – which was taken from a segment of a Simpsons Christmas episode in which Bart is caught shoplifting. Sounds pretty punk to me.

Read on for more pics and storytelling by our pal Joshua Cobos.